November Lyrics
...at The Beach With Bruce Almighty
I don't explain anything to myself
'cause I don't like headaches
You disagree with logic and reasoning
Well what does truth mean?
Oh, what to choose? With everything I'm wanting to do
Why worry?
You could act confused when god doesn't come to you
Well I'm only 17
According to you
I worship my nerves
I guess I do/Of course I do
Oh, nothing's true when I try to explain it to you
Or anyone else
New thoughts disprove past facts I believed so boldly about
Still I'm pretty sure you're wrong
Bruce, you're just so enlightened and brightening
Well aren'tcha, Bruce?
Show us how to hate who we used to be
Free thinking, decision making, singing human beings
If I know everything that you do
How could you say I'm wrong?
If I put all my faith in choice though
Can I still choose to hate you?
'cause goddamn I hate you
From Letras Mania